Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Golden grains, a holy harvest

hovering on fruitful lips;

words are pollen, rich with meaning,

pregnant with potential scripts

.

that sow within a listening soul

a seed of hope – embryo

which, when implanted in a heart

take root, sprout,and start to grow.

.

If unspoken, pollen withers,

loses ground, and starts to die;

if too forceful, it will spatter,

staining as it whizzes by.

.

If applied as God intended,

spread by gentle breeze or art –

pollen counts, and reproduces

life and health and growth by heart.